Page 16 of Honey Undone
“I didn’t say shit,” I said with a weak laugh, smirking at him and leaning against the concrete behind my back. “Who are they playing?”
“The Gators,” Van said, handing me his phone. The roster meant nothing to me but my eyes dragged down until I found her name. Adeline Sarah - Number Seven - Winger.
I had no idea what it meant but at least now I knew her number. When the girls came onto the field, I sat up straighter and Van laughed at me but it was easy to ignore his mocking when she stepped onto the field. Her hair was braided back in two thick cords that rested over the shoulders of her navy jersey and I could see the smile on her face from where we were sitting.
“Fuck,” I swore with a sharp inhale of air as she spun on the field. The shorts she was wearing rode up on her strong thighs and hugged tightly to every single curve. “Please never leave me behind again,” I said to Van, swallowing tightly at the sight of her.
He patted me on the back and leaned forward to come shoulder to shoulder with me. “You have no idea, Jenny,” he laughed.
It didn’t take long for me to figure out what he was talking about. Once the game started, so did the competitiveness. They were fast,reallyfast. I’d never seen the kind of speed some of them produced. It was clear that they relied heavily on Kaia Keegan, Sunday Black and Adeline. The three of them were unstoppable in the pockets. If one managed to sneak by, the other two were quick to produce a line behind them as they pushed down the field.
It was rough. Every time one of them took a hit my whole body tensed as I waited for them to rise. The game itself moved quickly, there was barely a whistle blown and all of the preconceived notions of how rugby is played went out the window. Van cheered his sister on with every person she wrapped up and put down into the dirt. It was impressive to see players of their size flying around that quickly. The endurance involved was practically witchcraft. I spent the entire game in awe of them.
I flinched forward as Adeline was tossed into the dirt, her body contorting backward to present the ball to Sunday who was giving Cosy the space to wrestle with the opposing teams player in the pile up. The play moved on and it took Adeline a moment longer to push from the turf and orient herself on the field. A streak of blood poured from her eyebrow down to her jaw line but she didn’t stop moving. Her legs carried her with precision down the field, darting around other players until she was able to back up Sunday.
The ball transferred hands quicker than a blink and Adeline goose-stepped out of danger to her left and into the scoring zone. Darting around to the middle of the posts to press the ball to the ground.
“Breathe,” Van slapped my knee and I inhaled. “They’re tougher than any of us, that hit probably tickled.”
He could have been right but it didn’t mean that my heart wasn’t in my throat just watching her get knocked around like that by players twice her size.
“Shit,” I winced as the action instantly started again. There wasn’t a moment to breathe between the plays and the ball bounced out of bounds. Adeline stood on the line, watching her teammates position parallel to her in a line of four. Rhea Drake, the back of the line was quite possibly the biggest woman I’d ever laid eyes on. Pure muscle, she had to be close to six-two and she lifted Sunday off the ground like she weighed nothing. Pushing her into the air to snag the ball as Adeline reached for the pass over her head into the field toward them.
She slipped back into play and within seconds her and Kaia were racing down the field side by side just trying to avoid hits from the opposing team.
“Are you serious about her?” Van asked a moment later. The loud buzzer that ended the game echoed around the arena and the Hillcats came togetherin celebration of their hard fought win. Covered in grass stains and freshly blossomed bruises, they had more than earned it.
Adeline tilted her chin to the sky, her hands hanging loose at her sides. Her jersey was rumpled and dirty, her face covered in mud and dirt, and she looked like an angel. The light from the arena bathed her flushed skin in luster as she took in the win. I’d never been so impressed.
“Yeah.” I turned to look at Van.
“Good because chasing after that one is a death wish,” he said and I wanted to ask what he meant but he was smiling so it couldn’t have been that bad… Van stood from his spot as the arena started to empty.
Chasing.I had never been so desperate for something. I felt like an idiot when my heart rate picked up at the thought of her andfuck,all I did was think about her.That day at the stadium, her hair moving around in the wind, hazel eyes highlighted by the setting sun and lips parted as she giggled with her friends. It was like that moment in time was frozen in the forefront of my mind and it burned brighter than any memory before.
Screwed the moment I saw her, and willing to upend everything just to keep that feeling.
The problem was, I was homesick for Adeline.
Homesick for a girl who refused to give me the time of day.
Mother fucker.
I was turning into a fucking simp.
“Stay here,” he warned as I went to follow him down the bleachers.
“Will you tell her I’m here?” I asked him as he jogged down the steps and he turned back but only to give me the middle finger before he disappeared out of sight.
“Cool,” I huffed and sat back against the concrete. I tossed my hat off and ran my hands through my hair. It had been too long since that first game, I needed Adeline back in my gravity so badly I was starting to feel pathetic.
I pulled my phone out, opened my messages from her and typed out at least four messages before I gave up trying to sound like a total flirt. I leaned forward on my knees and watched as the arena emptied and the staff started to clean and prep for whatever was next.
I pulled up her name on Instagram and scrolled through her feed. She posted one of three things, food, rugby and the most insane photos of herself. Ones that made my mouth dry and feel like I was looking at something private. There was a mirror in her room that showed off the softer tones of her style with pastel comforters and tons of pillows.
The majority of the photos were her body from the shoulders down. Her lengthy form made of tight luscious curves begging to be grabbed and kissed, I shifted on the bench to get comfortable. I wanted to map every inch of her with my lips and teeth. Baggy t-shirts, underwear pulled over her broad hips, her soft stomach demanding attention resting against the band on display more often than not.
My favorite of them all was one of her in her rugby jersey and a pair of small shorts, her hand pressed against her stomach, lifting the jersey just enough to give view of her ass in the mirror. I wantedherhands in my hair and her ass in myhands. I shifted again, it had been a long time since a girl had made my dick hard with pictures. It was like I had side stepped back through puberty and couldn’t control the thoughts that were pumping the blood around in my body.
